RingO'Fire wrote: Now when you go home this evening, you will feel the irresistable urge to play The Minister's Quartet on your record player. You suddenly love this album; you can't get enough of it; you want to play this record over and over again. All the while you're listening to this music, you can't stop thinking about just how 'hot' RingO'Fire is..."

I don't Ring mmmmmmm I'm kinda get child molestation flash back, four white ministers in funny suits wanting to touch somebody {inner child closing eyes and shuddering} . My first questions would be how would you touch me and why? And does this have anything to do with this burning man priest /jesus/child fixation that the pope has?

My dream last night wasn't scary- it was just plain weird.. It was night time- the playa was empty except for a bunch of porta potties that had all blown over in the wind- so I was out there, and the wind started blowing them at me (they were lighter than they looked I guess) Luckily, someone had a big beam flashlight but was waving it wildly around, so there were flashes of light going crazy on these things, and they were coming at me so I had to jump over them as they came at me.
Even stranger was that the night before, I dreamt I was at the barn, and horses galloping toward me, but they jumped over me.
I'm not complaining though- horses and the playa are two of my favorite things!

Honestly, I can never really remember any dreams that I have at night, I know that I do dream, but almost NEVER remember them, 'sept in a weird deja'vu (sp?) kind of sense.

Though as it has been said before, I more then make up for it during the day in that I always have something daydream related running through my head. Conversations with people I know but have not seen in a long time, what I might be doing five or ten years from now, that kind of thing.

Now here you go againYou say you want your freedomWell who am I to keep you down?It's only right that you shouldPlay the way you feel itBut listen carefully to the soundOf your lonelinessLike a heartbeat.. drives you madIn the stillness of remembering what you hadAnd what you lost...And what you had...And what you lostThunder only happens when it's rainingPlayers only love you when they're playingSay... Women... they will come and they will goWhen the rain washes you clean... you'll knowNow here I go again, I see the crystal visionsI keep my visions to myselfIt's only meWho wants to wrap around your dreams and...Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?Dreams of loneliness...Like a heartbeat... drives you mad...In the stillness of remembering what you had...And what you lost...And what you had...And what you lostThunder only happens when it's rainingPlayers only love you when they're playingSay... Women... they will come and they will goWhen the rain washes you clean... you'll know

Ahhh, I never could resist that Welsh witch... even if she was actually from Phoenix. But hey, isn't that what dreams are all about? Things that don't actually exist in reality?

"All the great villainies of history have been perpetrated by sober men, and chiefly by teetotalers"

*Sigh* You an' me both. I don't know if even she knew/understood what it was she had, but she sure could pluck the strings of my soul like a base violin. It was magic. It was a perfect dream.

On another, related note, after years of worshiping Pink Floyd's music, I finally got to see them in concert. I remember thinking as they played, "This is the kind of music they play in heaven", and I believe that. In heaven, all the music is that good, and all the female singers sing like Stevie. There is something of that liquid/powdered gold (no, better than gold, maybe diamonds? Diamond dust? Sparkling rainbows in the palms of thier hands?) in their music. I can get a little bit of that at the Burn, my own little taste of the nectar of the Gods. Aaaaahhhh, what can drugs offer compared with that? It's good I never met Stevie, how could she possibly live up to my fantasy of her?

"All the great villainies of history have been perpetrated by sober men, and chiefly by teetotalers"

Was? Oh, no, nothing so dramatic as that. All the members of Fleetwood Mac are still alive, at least as far as I know. As a matter of fact, they played here in San Diego (Coors Amphetheater) just a few months ago, sans Christine McVie, and, (of course), I was there. It's just that... well, let's face it. Stevie simply doesn't have the "draw" she did when she was in her 20's-30's, no more than I do. She's in her 50's now, and while she's still a fine looking woman, well...

And the worst part is, there aren't any replacements coming along. I dearly love Britney Spears, darling girl that she is, but she can't even hold a candle to Stevie. Britney doesn't even have a fraction of that magic, and heat, and light, and never will. That time is passed (and may never be again), and that was all I was alluding to.

"All the great villainies of history have been perpetrated by sober men, and chiefly by teetotalers"